The moon cried spades
Tears of black
Fell on hearts attacked
With space
All the stars glowed faith
In the milkiest way
Spinning galaxies faster
Than my chase
The Sons reflection
Glowing in the nights complexion
Reminded me of my direction
And why those tears fall in pain
A puddle of spades
In the deck of cards played
On life's gamble for survival
Of the fittest out of shape
The moon cried spades
And alphabets committed crimes
With metaphors and paint
Everything spoke was said
In thousands of different ways
And it was read
Not yellow
In the marshes mellow
For the moon cried spades
In shapes of black arrows
That fell onto mother earths face
God shuffled the deck
And dealt me a Jax
Though tucked in my sleeve was the Ace

I framed my picture
Even though he was innocent
I painted him the culprit

Responsible for crimes

I've committed
I'm committed

To hanging it on the wall
Where everyone could see what I once was

Before I was
Framed at all

It was all my fault

You could fast forward
rewind
Or pause

Even though he was innocent
I framed my picture
For what he was

I made it look like
It was all his fault

Because I needed someone to blame
For all I've done

So I framed my picture

           And myself hung